Trapped Angel

Twentynine

Gabe POV

Worthless... Ugly... Self harming... Fuck toy. The words echoed in my head as I saw Stella throwing herself at him with all her force and both of them stumbling towards the door. I couldn't move from the ball I had created as the words kept flying around the whole room. I felt the soft fluffiness against my wrist belonging to the feather and held it tightly as I witnessed him hitting Stella on the nose so hard it started bleeding and before she could position herself again he had a tight grip of her hair, pulling her out of the room.

On shaky legs I stand up and walk over to the opening, peeked out of the doorframe only to see Stella rise, now out of his grip. She meet my eyes just before his foot meet her ribcage and she stumble backwards losing her balance and roll down the sharp stepps.

"STELLA!!!" My eyesight gets blurry and I run to the railing seeing a lifeless body staring right back at me. My tears fall as I feel him pulling at my arm. I try to rip myself out of his hands and grip the railing with all my force.

"Let. Me. Go!" I say through gritted teeth and run for the stairs.

"I don't think so." He chuckles and captures both my hands in an easy movement. He pull me down the hallway and I'm to weak to put up a fight. My tears stain my cheeks as I mumble Stella's name over and over. She's dead? She didn't look like she was breathing. She is actually dead... Forever. Gone!

He pulls me into the master bedroom and throw me on the king sized bed already prepared with handcuffs on both ends of the bed frame. I hear a chuckle escaped his lips as my eyes widened at the sight and my whole body starts to shake. I do all I can to get his hands of me but there is no use. I'm too weak.

He pull one of my hands over to the corner of the bed and cuff it making sure it's tight enough and then do the same to the other one. I can feel the metal cutting into my sore wrists and more tears escape my eyes. He traced his hands down my body and smirked when he noticed me shivering out of disgust. He hovered over me and pulled out a shiny object from his pocket and I stiffen. It was the knife again. He put it down to my throat just like he did the first time I saw him a month ago. I stop breathing staring at him in horror of what he might do. He just grin at me then pull the knife of my body and grip my shirt, cutting it open and ripping it of me.

"Pl-please st-stop." I whimper as he caresses my now bare torso.

"But the fun hasn't even started yet." He chuckles while gripping his own shirt and pull it off. He bend down and place some light kisses on my neck as I squirm under him.

"Stop moving and this will be over quick." He says in between kisses and start to grind his crotch against mine.

"Let me go. Please!" I cry as I can feel him getting hard.

"Not yet." His response makes me cry even harder and he moves his head up to mine kissing the tears away. He kiss my lips and start nibbling on my bottom lip. He force his tongue into my mouth and make out with me as I continue to cry. He keeps on doing this for what seems like an eternity and I can feel my soul running out of my body along with my tears for every second that pass.

"Don't cry, I don't want you to be sad. Do you want me to get off?" His eyes meet mine with a serious expression. Is this for real? It can't be. He's not meaning what he says. But he looks so serious. I nod and he get of. Just as he said. He stand up on the floor in front of me who is still cuffed to the bed. I let out a loud sigh and my body relax but he looks back at me and his evil grin is back again, bigger than ever. I can feel the panic finding it's way back.